Fairest *of stars, last in the train of night, If hetter thou helong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the fmiling nior» With thy hright cjrrlet, praife Him in thy fphere, ^"hileday arifes, that fweet hour of prime. Thou Sun, of this great world hoth eye and foul. Acknowledge'Him thy greater, found his praife In thy eternal courfe, hoth when thou climh'li, And when high noon hast gain'd, and when thou fall'Jt. Moon, that now meet'st the orient fun, now fly'st With the six'd stars, six'd in their orh that flies, And ye sive other wand'rit.g sires that move In mystic dance, not without fong, refound His praife, who out of darkness call'd up light. Air, and ye Elements, the eldest hirth Of Nature's womh, that in quaternion run Perperual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things; let your ceafelefs change Vary tn our treat Maker still new praife. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rife From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the fon paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rife! Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky. Or wet the thirsty earth with falling mowers, Bilmg or falling still advance his pra'fe. His praife, ye Winds, that from four quarters hlow, Breathe foft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in fign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warhle, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs! wart ling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye Hy^g Souls; ye Birds,